Home life in a small garden in Weed, California
Gardener by day, Pyrate by night...

A Garden Amongst The Weeds

Monday, August 27, 2012

Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Yippee, we have eggs!

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

This wonderful, silly poem I found by
Jack Prelutsky, pretty much sums up my life at this point.

They're everywhere and each one more endearing than the next,
all wanting attention!

I have always enjoyed chickens and their crazy antics.
Each one has such a distinct personality.

Between the chickens and the turkeys,
it's pretty much poultry all the time!